Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get what you -- money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are explosive head bullets, in the

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo come here, come here Sun
here for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo hold up up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking
Yo yo yo get fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who to get you? None. They want guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin here, we pioneer
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out your faucets,
Time to your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town it down
It's the two holster, shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the
Wild in the West, a student of my
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin
And the one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin, this rap
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for who know
Wu will like llello, ley no
coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch
cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures niggaz
Silks finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin year
One hundred gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Steels

Solid crown is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud silver linings
Double breasted, bullet vested, well protected
The heart the rib the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin and six bones
And yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier
The grand exquisite wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the
Happen millenium two microchips two shots of penicillin
up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like
Trapped inside your projects like a genie the bottle

Verse Master Killer

God steppin forth upon holy down of the
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under
So I decided to down on the mic
So the of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for lurks, is an expert
hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, thunder
couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa
Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so
Feel the of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, laid to

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta
Sold only new vocal I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, enhance cells well a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellas become
The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and
80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta
Remember kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavillions
Them flower must have been stupid
me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, money
Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies

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